I was in love!Now you need to understand that on our previous dates we had only made out and done some heavy petting. Mostly me doing the petting. She...was "holding me off." This was the mid 1970's and sex was pretty open. Women were being "liberated" and having sexual freedom. The next morning, when I asked her where she learned to do that, she said. "I read about it and have been wanting to try it." Okay, sounds reasonable... She does read a lot.Long story made a little bit shorter, 4 months. And now here she was, naked, just on the other side of the door. The bulge at the front of my towel noticeably grew at the thought.Just then, the door opened and Kelly’s head and now naked shoulders popped out.‘I’m having some trouble with the temperature, could you show me again?’‘Sure’ I said, heading back into the room. Kelly’s clothes were now piled neatly on the bathroom floor. That vest and shorts she had looked so sexy in earlier, replaced by the towel I had leant to her held in place by. ...it's about to happen, for a split second I am terrified, and then as I feel my husbands finger begin to softly fondle my wet pussy, the terror is replaced by complete sexual desire for my husband and for this beautiful creature who has now joined us in front of the couch. I bend down to softly suck her nipple, and as I do I slip one finger into her warm middle. It is wet, warm and very inviting. I take my husbands free hand and place it where mine had been, and as we stand there he very. I put her on her knees and began to go at her doggy style. It was my turn and I was going to make it good for both of us. I pushed deep and fast, I had a mission to accomplish. She screamed with each ensuing thrust. ‘Oh…my…god…I’m going to come again.’ ‘In you or on you?’ ‘What?’ ‘I’m about to come. Do you want it in you or on you?’ She hesitated for a moment before answering. ‘I want to feel you come inside of me. I want it all and I want it now.’ ‘Yes ma’am.’ That was all I could say. I.